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letra de fraud alert - driveway baby

[intro: driveway baby]
b-tch
c’mon
long as i got this cash card, i can’t go broke

[verse 1: driveway baby]
i’m a pro gettin’ the clerk to believe this how my card work
i be on the slab bustin’ heads, you doin’ yardwork
you can have this sh-t your way, just put in some hard work
alley-oop your b-tch to driveway, now that’s guard work
n-ggas buyin’ designer they can’t fit, that’s a tall shirt
ten milli’ bullet hit your ass, erase you off the earth
b-tch suck the tip of the d-ck, finna make it burst
i just gave this b-tch some good d-ck, tryna make her squirt
i can hit the road to get some pape’, you waitin’ ’til the first
give a n-gga his own clothing line, put him on a shirt
hit a n-gga b-tch from the back while he callin’ her
f-ckin’ up them stores so bad, they givin’ out fraud alerts
hit a model b-tch off the ‘gram, i’m finna pop a perc’
i’ma be old with them blues like papa smurf
this sh-t like clockwork, it ain’t sh-t to go pop a clerk
hit the ‘raq, pull up on 48 just to get some jerk
like i was at the stop sign first, i got the right of way
guarantee i hit a n-gga b-tch, he gon’ cry today
she good at suckin’ d-ck, i don’t know why she actin’ shy today
chop sing like r. kelly, i believe he can fly today
[verse 2: lul rio]
cherry ‘lato in my ‘wood, finna get high today
f-ck a b-tch off an e, yeah, she gon’ cry today
n-gga play with ysr, yeah, he gon’ die today
i just made a ten and you barely gettin’ by today
wanna make a dub, better hop up in the ride
i done cleaned a n-gga block up like i spilled my tide
’bout to get my f-ckin’ car painted like i pimped my ride
finna put the flash on the opps so they can never hide
this not a simple card, b-tch, you gotta jam, then slide
40s, dracs, h-llpups, we don’t f-ck with 9s
f-ck an indian b-tch last night, she done broke her tribe
i can tell by your dirty ‘fit, you is not that guy
and you got seeds in your weed, you is not that high
baggy-ass fubu jeans, you is not her type
you cannot become a scammer if you can’t read or write
big-ass x on your shoes, them not real off-white

[verse 3: ysr loski]
told the b-tch when she give me head, she better do it right
matter fact, when you suck the d-ck, look me in my eye
boy, if you hit the clerk once, then you can do it twice
i got this big cannon on me, this b-tch nick at nite
i poured a four in a pop, i just drowned a sprite
i can do a five with no problem, but that’s somethin’ light
i don’t wanna buy out the bottle, i want the whole pint

- driveway baby

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